been Welcome, welcome to the U.S.A. We're partying fools in the autumn of our heyday And though we're running out of everything We can't afford to quit
you move) Just like that? (Hell, yeah! Hey D.J. bring that back) Go on, wit' ya big ass, let me see somethin' Tell ya little friend, he can quit mean
boy scream Going underground (Going underground) Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound Going underground (Going underground) So let the boys all sing And the boys all shout for tomorrow Well, the brass
bitch, eat pussy And have pussy-lips glued to my face with a clit-ring in my nose Then quit bringin my flos, quit giving me my ammo Can't you see why
men Oh we've said, "I do" and we've signed, "I don't" And we've sworn we'd never do that again Oh we burned our bras and we burned our dinners And we
done wit that I'm done with trying to run with that I'm about to numbers that they do honest dat Phase 2 get to walking minus drama quit talking Switch
m layin' the mack game I could, put 'em in chains and give 'em blings and cashy rings Like delicious, thug passionate candy cane Know you could, stay witcha mayne and just quit
bald head, that's right I got you on Kodak, your pictures are goin' out to Black Tail, you're gonna be a star, yeah I heard you quit rap, your wife
But auld acquaintance long forgot A half cup of coffee steaming in her hand Too bad things didn't turn out quite the way she planned She had hold of the brass
here's the reason why She came to the city like a good gal should Found a little pad in a bad neighborhood She learned about life and it was quite a
pretty Fronting bands while acting flirty Inspiration I need, it's a girl star I need She looked through all her teenage mags Five foot eight, thirty four C bras
I got a feeling about you love, who?s been fooling who Crazy eyes, I been a foolin? you You sing songs about brass buttons and your shiny silver shoes
down looking for the big The big brass show So I, I went and then he started to go Walking down the same old, same old road Thinking to myself, this is quite
t drink brass monkey, like to be funky Nickname Eazy-E your 8 ball junkie Bass drum kickin', to show my shit Rap a hole in my dick, boy I don't quit Crowd
dont drink *** monkey Like the beat funky Nick name Eazy-E Yo 8-Ball Junkie Bass drum kickin To show my sh*t Rappin holdin of my d*ck Boy I dont quit
brass monkey like to be funky Nickname Eazy E your 8 ball junkie Bass drum kicking to show my shit Rap a hole in my dick boy I don't quit Crowd
(scott mccarl) I'm an ivory tower boy Never quite put down the toys I always think the best of them all I see only sunny skies With the wool over my
